Tricks of the Trade [for Scorn]

This was not going as Lexy envisioned, and the ex-stripper and performer could feel herself getting ready to lose her cool in front of the camera. That could not happen.

And she would not let her whole idea fall through, either. Having grown antsy waiting backstage, in this, her first week at AFW, Lexy had grown increasingly irritated watching other women with booked matches getting their chance to shine out in the ring, performing for millions of people, while she had to wait an entire week to get her big debut in the ring. For a few days, she had tolerated being out of the limelight, but by this particular evening, when the building was filled with women doing their little mid-week interviews and such, she had grown too impatient to simply remain sitting around. A thought had occurred to her - AFW released backstage competitions and matches straight to DVD and Blu-ray, didn't they? It would be absurd for Lexy to rush out into the ring to get in front of a camera, but if she came up with a good idea for a camera backstage to settle on her, then maybe she could let loose a little of her creative energy.

And creative she had been. After tapping her finger against her chin for a few minutes, she had finally come up with a brilliant idea for a competition between two sexy women that no camera could resist - a bit of a crushing competition. The woman who could last the longest in a certain set of holds - the best out of five, all selected by Lexy herself - would be the winner. So Lexy had caught a free camerawoman (and, well, maybe she'd dragged her by the collar, but it was no nevermind) and been hauling her around backstage for nearly an hour while Lexy, decked out in her wrestling outfit, had challenged various wrestlers.

And they had all turned her down. She had asked nicely. She had flirted. She had watched in disbelief as they all claimed to be too busy and walked off.

Now Lexy was sick of it, to the point that the next woman she found, she was determined to just grab and force into playing along, if she had to. Trying to keep her pleasant facade, Lexy turned sweetly to look into the camera as she led the way, heels clicking against the floor. "As you can see, AFW fans, not all the women of AFW are brave enough to accept the challenge of a woman of my caliber." The camera panned down to take in her whole figure. Oooh, Lexy liked this camerawoman. "But there's someone around here who's got it in her to challenge me. Or maybe she's just crazy! Either way, we'll find her soon enough."

The pair rounded another corner, and Lexy swung her head back around to take in a nearby blonde head.

Where as Lexy wanted nothing more than to bathe in the limelight, Karen Starring recently had been somewhat desiring a lack of said light. A painful string of losses, both courtesy of overall much better woman, and even those a simply smarter woman would of trounced, Karen's pride was at an all time low. Whilst the thought of leaving the company had not even grazed her mind, she had become somewhat aware of her humiliating status in the company. Simply put, a jobber, more recently. A fact made even more painful given her naturally massive stature.

Karen herself had little reason to be in the building today. With no scheduled matches, or even training partners available, Karen had simply opted to come to the one room besides that of her home that felt comfortable. Her locker room.

Clad in nothing but a simple set of tight jeans, with a plain white t-shirt that showed nothing but cleavage whether the busty blonde meant to or not, Karen was alone in said locker room. Simply sat, she further pondered over her state in the company, and more so, how to get out of it. Numerous, almost uncountable methods found themselves trailing along Karen's mind; mostly dirty, very few honest and requiring of hard work. When one, particular idea presented itself as by far the most appealing, Karen almost shot up out of her chair, determined to march into head AFW booking office, as ever confident she'd get her way and make said idea reality.

Stepping from her room, she'd roll her head sideways numerous times, embarrasingly remembering that she'd never been to said office. After all, they usually came to her! Pondering asking one of the numerous peons that crossed the backstage just where said room was, the big blonde was completely unaware that a completely new face in AFW, one on the look out for someone, was coming up behind her...

Oooh, she was perfect.

What Lexy wanted just as much as having someone, anyone to participate in her fun little video was someone who was closer to her in stature. Of course, Lexy could entertain when dealing with the smaller women, too, but there was much more potential in playing her holds game with someone who did not look especially breakable, making Lexy look all the more superior when she did inevitably break the woman. As she rounded the corner, her gaze shifted from the blonde head all the way down to the legs of a woman walking away from her who just had to be a wrestler. The woman was, as some had said of Lexy (and she of herself), stacked, though perhaps lacking in the same classic feminine charms as the raven-haired ex-singer. Whatever the case, she was certainly stuffing some curves and muscle into those jeans, and her arms were chiseled. As long as she was not especially strikingly gorgeous in the face, she would be perfect.

She also appeared to be lost…and with nothing to do, dressed in her civilian clothing. Oh, she had something to do, she just did not know it yet.

Long strides helped Lexy close the distance, as she gestured for her camerawoman to follow. ”Oh, here we have a woman who looks like she wants to challenge me!”, she cooed, just before she grabbed the blonde by the shoulder forcefully enough, given the woman’s lack of attention to Lexy, to bring her to a sudden stop. ”Hey! Do you want to be the lucky girl to take me on in a wrestling holds challenge?” Completely unwilling to take no for an answer at this point, the question was proven rhetorical when Lexy yanked the woman down to the floor with her, her legs already spreading into position for the first hold she had strategically planned – the headscissor hold.

After all, if a woman was already halfway to unconscious after Lexy’s first hold, how could she possibly lock one in that would actually make Lexy hurt?

Plus, if she did turn out to be pretty, she wouldn’t look so good with her head squished. Ahh, this was going to be such a good video.

To her own admittance, part of Karen had always conceived the idea of simply laying into one of the many rag dolls around the AFW backstage. Her somewhat squash at the hands of the Brat Pack had left a sour taste in the blondes mouth when it came to Kawaiis, and she would be more than open to the idea of letting loose some of her pent up rage. But such an action was a step too far, even in the eyes of Karen. She may have been a bitch, but only to people who dared challenge her. And she certainly wouldn't record her tormenting for fun.

To her unbeknownst, someone of both opposite minded thinking in that way, and somewhat noticeably, ill intent, was approaching, with eyes firmly on Karen.

Mind mostly elsewhere, Karen had zero chance of defending herself, as she was not only unable to raise her hands in defence, but barely heard the somewhat insane request to begin with! Turning only as a reaction to someone closing into her, mostly out of curiosity, Karen would let loose a loud scream, as a busty giantess decided to ground her!

"What the...fuck...!" She'd roar, before she found somewhat scarily tense and long legs wrapped around her head. With her foe behind her, wisely removing herself from harm, Karen's focus would ever so briefly fall on the third figure there; a camerawoman, recording the action no less! She'd of course fight the grip, hands slapping the legs that wrapped her with all the furiousity of a caged beast; completely unaware whether she was actually being pranked, or if this was a legitimate assault!

Oooh, Lexy had her. Little twinges of excitement affected her whole body as she pulled the blonde to the ground with her.

The scream was a little annoying, but oh well - that was why raw video was meant to be edited. Lexy ignored the woman's rather loud response in favor of pulling the blonde back far enough that Lexy could get her situated for the most attractive of rear headscissors. Her long legs stretched out around the blonde's head, and Lexy crossed her ankles instantly, at risk of seeming rushed - she couldn't have the blonde escaping. From behind, Lexy could unfortunately not see the blonde's features to see if she was pretty, but she imagined so - and regardless, even if she wasn't, she had the tits and the thighs to look good as her victim, anyway.

And just like that, all was set. She dug her hand into the blonde hair poking out from the thick, corded muscle of her thighs, and she batted her blue eyes into the camera, which was already in good position - this camerawoman was fabulous. "Now that we've found our daring volunteer, I think we're ready to start! So, to reiterate what we're doing-" She leveled her scribbled list of holds for a brief moment in front of the blonde's eyes, before she turned it back to the camera. "-the first hold is a headscissor! Alright, here we go..."

She leaned back onto her hands, and for the first time, started squeezing the blonde's head.

In hindsight, of course Karen screamed. Lexy's frame was a rare few that was near a perfect equal to the blonde's own, so it was easy to presume any hold let alone one with those monstrous legs would cause a howl to fill the area.

Completely disorientated both from the tackle and outright blindsided assault, her foe locked around her fully and relatively easily, ankles hooked without issue. If Karen had her senses, she would of latched her hands on said ankles, to try and twist them with any god given force she could muster. Instead, they shot to the legs around her head themselves, giving the lock a pull where it was hardest applied.

Her legs would kick out of spasm, creating a hellish ruckus as they repeatedly banged against the floor. Her eyes would close from the pain; as her face was forced into the camera via a nasty hair pull. She'd bare her teeth, occasionally muttering profanity, as the blonde was completely caught out!

Lexy could have purred when she heard the blonde cry out; instead, she simply grinned into the camera, her legs still grinding tightly against the sides of the woman’s head. ”Wow! Did you hear what my hold made her do? I think I might have the advantage here, as powerful-looking as my challenger might be.” The camerawoman took in Lexy’s face as she spoke, but immediately ducked back in towards the blonde, just as the woman’s hands made their way to Lexy’s thighs to try and pry them apart. Oooh, they did feel like strong hands… but Lexy did not even have to shift her weight to hold on. She instead wiggled her legs, and continued pumping pressure down her thighs. ”I admit, I’ve never felt what you can do-“ Er, she had no name. Darn it. "-but I think I have the stronger headscissors.”

This was certainly a new sensation for the blonde.

Being outright the victim instead of the aggressor.

Eyes scrabbling back and forth between what she could, Karen soon opted to try and force her gaze upon the woman who had so sought fit to wrap those thick legs around her skull. She'd be trying to adjust the grip around her neck with her own strong mitts of course, but the best defence against a head scissor from anyone with the legs to aptly apply one was a very simple one.

Don't get into said head scissor.

The blonde could not even comprehend that this was part of some weird filming effort by the woman now laying besides her. Finally focusing her gaze past the initial blurring, her face would turn a shade confused amidst her pain as she realised that, in all honesty, she had never laid eyes upon this figure before in her life. She had faced women of similar stature in her tenure in AFW, but there was never a beauty such as Lexy amongst their ranks. And certainly not one with the raven haired beauties legs.

Briefly prying at the jaws of life around her neck and chin, Karen would begin to push up from the floor from what she could, as ever determined not to go down easy. Especially when she was victim to random assault.